Twenty Sided Dice

The whole town was shrouded in a layer of lead-colored mist, and countless faces emerged from it, their mouths open and wailing, but no sound came out. Siegel saw faces that belonged to humans, half-orcs and more orcs, all of them suffering the same, trapped in the mist with no relief.

All faces are festering, from youth to old age to final decay. When the face transforms into a skeleton, it retreats into the mist to make room for the next face. The clouds kept rolling and faces came and went. They are all expressing one emotion: pain that never ends. Filled with grievance and pain, the cloud continued to deepen in color and expand in volume. Within the etheric vision, not only the town, but also the area of ​​more than 20 miles around was covered by clouds and mist. And through the ether vision, this spell was also triggered in advance, and the grievances found a way to vent and began to affect the mage.

Siegel had never seen such a terrifying sight, and was so shocked that he was speechless. He was swept away by a burst of pain, and the misty faces seemed to be imprinted in his mind, and even the mourning voices began to be clearly heard. Roaring, roaring: If all life is waiting for the torment of death, what is the point of life? Siegel knew that he was not good, and tried to find strength from his soul, digging out and trying to recall the happy side of life, so as to dispel the anxiety caused by the resentment. But his body was shaking, his thoughts were jumping in confusion, and it was difficult to concentrate on recalling the good things. Siegel turned to magic again for support. The spell jumped into his mind, but before he could capture the words, the spell was all gone again. He was helpless, and his mind was affected by the spells here, like a sailor who fell into the sea of ​​​​storms, struggling in the waves and winds, but eventually exhausted his physical strength and was swallowed by death.

He wanted to get out of the state of etheric vision, but found that he was powerless to control, and he couldn't even close his eyelids. A trace of mist penetrated from his eyes, forcibly maintaining the operation of ether vision. Siegel had a splitting headache, his eyeballs swelled, almost popping out of their sockets. Had he been guided by a teacher, he would have known the dangers of etheric vision and the method of forcibly withdrawing. But Siegel, like many ignorant newbies, rashly used skills that he did not fully master, and happened to touch the dangerous magic enchantment.

In a panic, he grabbed the twenty-sided dice on his chest, hoping that the power of resisting magic would save him. But since the number one side has dimmed, the effect of resisting magic has never appeared. Siegel was breathing rapidly, feeling like he was about to drown, blood began to flow from his eyes and ears, and the fire of life was dying out.

After being controlled by the spirit of resentment, he couldn't even call for help, and he couldn't even make a painful babble. The orcs next to him watched the masked witch priest trembling constantly, thinking that he was communicating with the gods, and all retreated quietly, leaving a large open space. Siegel knew he had to find a way to save himself.

The state of ether vision must end, otherwise it will be sucked up by the power of the resentful spirit sooner or later, but flesh and blood cannot block ether vision, so it is meaningless to cover your eyes with hands. Siegel had only one left hand left to barely move, and he had only one option left—to poke himself blind.

This is a difficult and helpless choice. Siegel let go of the dice with his left hand, and like an old man with tremors, he shivered and stretched his fingers to his eyes. He felt that after leaving the dice, his arms were getting stiffer and stiffer, and he was about to lose control like the rest of his body. All he could do was try to concentrate, lift his arms up, and raise them a little higher. It was a terrifying and painful experience that required a great deal of courage to endure. The fingers get bigger and bigger in the line of sight, and the lashes will soon be in contact with them.

The third side of the die lights up, and then the etheric vision stops. There was no more resentful mist in Siegel's field of vision, and the sky became bright and clear again. He gasped for breath, feeling that the air full of orc stench could also become beautiful.

Is the dice to the rescue again? Siegel touched the number three with his finger, and quickly learned what this side was for: etheric vision. The dice sealed Siegel's etheric vision skills, turning them on and off according to his will. Any mage who has been trained in specialized skills has this ability, but Siegel doesn't - now he "finally" can do it with dice. Siegel has never understood the principle of dice. After he became a mage, he also tried to parse the above incantation. But under the influence of the number two "hidden object", no spell can target the dice, including Siegel's parsing spell. Although it has an entity, it only exists in Siegel's field of vision, and other people can't see or touch it, so the spell can't work.

Occupying the number three on one side, obtaining an ability that Siegel could have mastered through study made him feel a little depressed. But when he thought of saving his life, he was relieved. He had heard many stories, mostly about how self-taught mages became great mages. But Siegel found that, aside from incredible good fortune, those people had nothing to learn from. Siegel nearly lost his life just by trying aether vision, those who summoned creatures without guidance, experimented with elemental magic without protection, and even tried to control undead by themselves, all died. The piles of bones piled up, enough to completely drown the handful of "self-taught" mages.

Ye Luzi's mages basically live by luck, and the education cost of academy mages is too high, so it is difficult to increase the number of mages. The top mages are powerful, but in front of temple priests and lord armies, mages are not strong either. Becoming a powerful mage is a difficult road, and the slightest carelessness can lead to loss of life. Unlike swordsmen, the battlefield is not the only dangerous place for mages. There are many mages who die while practicing spells, but who has ever heard swordsmen die when chopping wood? Siegel held the dice tightly, thanking it silently in his heart.

In addition to thanks, Siegel has to start thinking about countermeasures. The moment he saw the clouds above his head, he thought of the "sorcerers" of the Knox Common Society - essentially mages, but I don't know why they have the self-proclaimed sorcerer. In Dragon Lion Cliff, although the skulls suspended in the sky are small in scale and have different effects, the fluctuations of magic are almost the same, and they must be different variants of the same spell. Since the Knox Commonwealth had a foot in here, Siegel was ready to leave. Siegel shuddered to think that at Dragon Lion Cliff, the common sorcerers would cast evil control spells on their mercenaries and turn their corpses into shaman puppets. Whatever the sorcerers were going to do to the orcs, Siegel didn't want to suffer from the pond fish.

But at this time, Linko was not around. He and Akus were wandering around the town, inquiring from slave traders and soldiers. It is said that Kaka's party is only half a day's journey from town, and when it gets dark, General Flayer will entertain the orc leaders in his camp. From that time on, the Wraith Spell above the head will be activated at any time.

Siegel stood up and was going to find Lin Ke, he couldn't keep him here. Bacon Town is so big, how difficult is it to find a squat orc village chief, except for the houses occupied by fake witch sacrifices? Siegel was in charge of the ground, observing the liquor stores and grocery stands under the sheds; Baron the raven flew up, looking for clues to the two from the air. Siegel walked from the south end of the town to the north end, and the raven flew back and forth three times, but found nothing. He had to go back to the lodgings and leave a note on his seat with the words in dwarven letters: "Find me at Hunk's place."

After doing this, Siegel decided to leave here immediately. He hid the cloth bag under the cloak, which contained various materials for making instruments. He left things like dry food, wine bags, and bedding in place, under the illusion that they would come back. Then Siegel found a corner where no one was paying attention, took off the mask and the things used in the witch sacrifice, while recalling the orc makeup that Janet once put on him, he made a hastily fake face and put it on his lower lip. Insert false teeth between the gums and cover most of the face with a hood. "Hopefully it won't be noticeable," Siegel thought.

"You can't leave town like this." A voice suddenly sounded in front of Siegel. The mage looked up and saw a hazy gray shadow in front of him~www.novelmt.com~ I couldn't see his face, but he could distinguish his slender limbs. "Don't be afraid, young mage, I have no malice."

Siegel held the shield spell gesture with one hand and the twenty-sided dice with the other. Through the contact of his fingers, he found that the numbers 2 and 3 of the dice were slightly hot and seemed to be taking effect. Siegel never thought that ether vision and invisible invisibility, two somewhat contradictory functions, could work at the same time. But he can't see the cloud of resentful spirits above his head now, which means that the effect of ether vision has been deflected? The mysterious dice always surprise him.

"Who are you?" Siegel asked, "What is your purpose?"

"Identity can be faked, purpose can be concealed, and only the footprints under one's body are real." The voice was distant, and it was difficult to distinguish male and female. "In countless possible futures, you are here at this moment, so you have the blessing of fate. Come with us, young mage, the path you choose is not clear, but we will guide you on the right path."

Siegel thought it was better to be cautious, so he replied, "Thank you, I can go by myself."

"Of course. We believe in your ability and respect your choice, but please don't reject our good intentions." The voice said: "We went from birth to death, from existence to non-existence, and then experienced the flames and The lightning of creation, until the earth is reshaped, the ocean is refilled, and we can only manifest until we meet the right eyes. We are the souls of the world, and we are not tolerated by the world. Only with the blessing of fate can we have a chance. Let us help you, Mage, just like you gave the invisible green dragon Ainori a chance~www.novelmt.com~ Welcome readers to read, the latest, fastest and most popular serial works are all in~www.novelmt .com~.;